Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/1771351. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Major_Character Death Category: F/F Fandom: 悪魔のリドル_|_Akuma_no_Riddle_|_Riddle_Story_of_Devil Relationship: Takechi_Otoya/Ichinose_Haru Character: Ichinose_Haru, Takechi_Otoya Additional Tags: Rape/Non-con_Elements, Guro, Blood_and_Violence Stats: Published: 2014-06-11 Words: 1362 ****** sicarius ****** by orphan_account Summary Otoya watches as Haru comes to and fixes bleary eyes the color of the sky at sunset upon her. They widen in realization, her startled cry muffled by the gag. Otoya twirls her scissors around her index finger in anticipation and cracks a wicked grin. "Are you ready, Harucchi?" Canon divergent fic, wherein Tokaku doesn't get to Haru in time. Otoya snips away the unconscious Haru's clothing until only her underwear remains and beholds the patten of scars that zigzag across her apricot flesh. "Oh my," Otoya giggles and traces the tip of her scissors along the splotchy 'x' above Haru's breasts. "Just what have you been through, Haruicchi?" She takes a coil of twine out of her apron (the only object in said apron aside from her weapons of choice) and binds Haru's ankles together. She then pushes Haru onto her belly and folds her arms behind her back, tying her wrists together as well. It shouldn't be much longer until she wakes up. Otoya stands and shuffles back a few steps, sighing contentedly through her nose. It would be so easy to kill Haru right now, but there's no fun in that. Otoya wants to draw it out, relish as her prey struggles and suffers until the very end. Said prey's toes begin to twitch, sweet effervescence running through Otoya's blood. She watches as Haru comes to and fixes bleary eyes the color of the sky at sunset upon her. They widen in realization, her startled cry muffled by the gag. Otoya twirls her scissors around her index finger in anticipation and cracks a wicked grin. "Are you ready, Harucchi?" Haru rolls over and scoots backward using her ass and the balls of her feet. Otoya laughs at the pitiful escape attempt and brings her scissors to her lips, swiping her tongue over the cool steel. "I'm starting to get wet." Haru keeps scooting backwards with that gait like an inchworm's. Otoya trots forward and leans down, casually stabbing the pair of scissors right beneath the jagged scar on Haru's thigh. Haru's scream pitches beneath the gag as she writhes useless and Otoya stabs her again, flesh sundering with a sound like tearing leather. She opens up the blades beneath Haru's tissue and twists to deepen the wound, shredding off a nice chunk of meat. Haru spasms and thrusts her hips up as though trying to shake Otoya away, looking like a bass just hooked out of water and tosses on the sand. In the midst of this Haru's cellphone rings. Otoya briefly considers answering it, but steps on it instead. It crackles and shatters beneath her shoe into a million plastic shards. She rapidly kicks the shards beneath Haru's floundering body and watches pain renewed wash over her face as they thorn into her skin the next time her back hits the ground. "Having fun, Haruicchi?" Otoya cackles. She whips out a second pair of scissors and lunges, slicing Haru across the stomach. Twin diagonal lines leak ruby above the dip of Haru's navel, but Otoya made sure the wounds were only superficial. It wouldn't be fun if Haru died yet, she's just getting started. Haru cries out once more and if it weren't for the fact she would yell for help, Otoya would take off the gag to unburden the lovely sound. She swipes her scissors down Haru's torso, ripping through her pink-white bra and panties and leaving just the thinnest of scratches in her skin. Stubborn fury flares in Haru's gaze, stronger even than the glitter of pain. For a moment it throws Otoya off, even intimidates her a fraction. But then it just pisses her off and she straddles Haru, stabbing both pairs of scissors into her shoulders. Agony overtakes the anger and Haru's eyes squeeze shut tightly, like she's trying to hide that before Otoya notices. But Otoya sees it anyway and laughs victoriously right in her face, a sunburst of ecstasy blooming in her chest. She wrenches the blades out of Haru and climbs off. "Let's see," tuts Otoya as she thoughtfully taps the scissors to her chin. "Where should I scar you next? How about your pretty face?" Otoya kneels down beside Haru and drags an open pair of scissors from her temple to her nose in one slow, purposeful movement. Blood seeps down in a wide slope, matting Haru's eyelashes together and dripping off the tip of her nose to splash on the ball of the gag. Lust pools hotly in Otoya's stomach and scorches her between the legs. She itches to touch herself, but not yet, not quite yet. She stands again and saunters back. She snatches Haru's foot and yanks her legs into the air, humming happily as Haru gives a muffled, pained groan. She razes cuts sporadically into her leg and then thrusts the blades squarely into Haru's calf. Otoya licks up the blood that splatters onto her mouth and savors the salty, metallic tang. The muscles squelch as she rips the scissors out and drops Haru's foot. Her legs hit the ground with a heavy thwack and Otoya looks her work over. With one thigh and the opposite calf massacred into gory colleges, she won't be able to walk. Excitement and delight ripple up Otoya's spine and she breaks into an eager jack-o-lantern grin. With Haru unable to walk, she can take the binds off her ankles and spread her wide open. Otoya gets down on her knees again and shaves the twine off with her scissors. She parts Haru's thighs and gazes at the prize between them, patched in curls of short dark hair. Haru distinctly whimpers through the gag and valiantly tries to stand up, to no avail. She scuttles back a few shorts lengths and feebly pushes her thighs back together instead. Otoya raises her head and looks upon Haru's face. A bay of liquid crimson cloaks one side of the heart-shaped plane. The eye on that side is tightly closed, while the other eye meets her gaze cooly. Rage thinly veils the mixture of defeat and fear that lurk in those sunset-sky depths, and Otoya can see right through it. "You can pretend I'm Tokaku, if that will make it easier for you, Haruicchi." Otoya smirks and forcefully jerks Haru's legs open again. She delicately draws her finger down the folds of Haru's crevice, her touch as gentle as a butterfly landing on a yamayuri. She then sticks it in for a cursory exploration. "You're so tight," she breathes in a sultry whisper. "Let me fix that for you." She drives scissors inside Haru, pumping them and out as she finds a swift, vigorous rhythm. Haru twitches, shakes, tries to kick out at her, but blood loss has left her weak. Otoya snakes her free hand down her skirt and rubs herself as she watches blood and fluid stream out of Haru's entrance. The blades of her scissors become coated in it, and she licks it all off before shoving them in again. Despite everything, Haru begins to cry. Silvery tears bead in the corners of her eyes and slide out, breaking tracks through the sweat and the blood. Otoya tips back her head and lets out a mellow moan of pleasure, her own panties drenched. She opens and closes the scissors inside Haru with rapid snips, feelings pieces of her private walls get trimmed under her grasp. Not even the gag can diminish the kind of animalistic caterwaul Haru lets out then. Her strangled voice pierces the atmosphere, ripe with misery and horror. It's one of the most divine noises Otoya has ever heard. She finishes herself off in concurrence with its choked decibels and cries out with passion. Her own nectar flows over her fingers, the magma in her stomach easily simmered. She feels tender after, relieved. With that, Otoya thrusts the scissors into Haru's bloodied region as far as it will go and leaves it there. She uses another pair of scissors to lop off Haru's pert, rosy nipples. Haru is still making garbled noises, but they're softer now. She's dying now. Otoya removes the gag and forces her mouth overtop of Haru's lips. She inhales the air that's left in her lungs, moist air of poisoned flowers and reluctant tears. Her teeth snag on Haru's lower lip and she sinks them in as deep as she can. She whiplashes her head back and takes the lip with her, spitting it out onto Haru's broken face. Time to go find Nio. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!